Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 1226
If Zhu Hongyan can successfully refine this small drop of original blood, her skill will increase greatly after waking up. Zhan Changfeng guarded him for a day and saw that he was just sleeping and there was no other abnormality, so he left behind a spiritual sense and left. I met his mother, Zhu Hongmei, and asked her to come over occasionally to check on the situation.

Although Zhu Hongmei did not return to her ancestors to become a mirage, nor did she practice the Desolate Art that Zhan Changfeng asked her to try at first, but she later found a suitable method and walked the way. The Corps was in a mess.

The Yaoguang corps is an old-fashioned corps under the jurisdiction of the Yaoguang Highness, and it is also a diverse corps. All the recruits are individual and strong individual soldiers. They usually do more tasks of exploring secret lands, pioneering wasteland, and arresting criminals. Mei wants to be a general and also likes the wish of freedom.

Zhan Changfeng walked on the Huangshui Continent, went to see the military workshop of the master engineer, and inspected the void ship being developed by Wu Mu and other Momen disciples, and then came to the Military Academy to inspect the cultivation progress of the disciples.

There are nearly a hundred masters at the supernatural power and spiritual level in the Military Academy, and there are several lines of Mahayana inheritance. The teachers can catch up with the great sects, and they are an important source of Taiyi's new strength.

She talked with the dean and the vice dean, and also met Bai Hen, Wen Chen, and Lu Yishan, who also came from the Xiaoli world. There is not much hope for learning, but they are content with the status quo, and are happy to be teachers in the Military Academy.

Zhan Changfeng met many old people, and his heart was slightly touched, so he went to Xiaoli Realm again.

Time has passed, and the flood in Zangyunjian has receded, and large tracts of land are slightly barren.That flood affected the vitality of the heavens and the earth, so that Zangyunjian, which was not a very good cultivation environment, became even worse.

Zhan Changfeng came to Shenzhou again, and it has become a martial and enlightened country. From the system to the actual life, slavery has been eliminated.

The health of a civilization is probably reflected in the fact that parents do not regard their children as private property, husbands do not regard their wives as private property, and kings do not regard the country as private property.When a person is no longer another person's slave, the more independent the personality, the more majestic the national character, and the meaning of life has been fulfilled.

When Zhan Changfeng walked past the former site of the Xingxingtai, she stopped for a while. Back then, she lit the Xingxingtai, and the flames burned all over the land of Shenzhou, announcing the fall of the Yin Dynasty. Now, this place has become a lively market, and there is still There is a sweet aroma of some kind of tea.

A single creature, a group, a collective, or a star realm all have powerful self-healing powers, and will instinctively develop in a favorable direction after injury.

When she was a member of Shenzhou, she was the representative selected by this "instinct". However, after she left Shenzhou and was higher than this world, if she intervened again, would it be good or bad?

Her subconscious mind should feel bad, otherwise why would she allow those subsidiary star realms to develop freely.

Zhan Changfeng drank a cup of tea in a small shop, then triggered the secret key, came to the ancient heavenly court, walked through the holy land exclusive teleportation array in the ancient heavenly court, and went to the Spring and Autumn Misery.

The gate of Confucian Zong Mountain stands on the surface of a gorgeous and psychedelic lake. Without a token, even a light boat cannot cross it.

She took out the token she had won from Reading Ten Thousand Scrolls Island, "King Linyao, you have come here with orders, and you want to enter the Sutra Library Pavilion of the Guizong to feast your eyes."

A gatekeeper appeared in Aurora, "Your honored guest is here, please enter the reception booth and wait for a while, and I will call the deacon in the gate to guide you."

A road is paved on the lake, and a pavilion appears at the end.

Zhan Changfeng sat in the pavilion for a while, and there was a gate next to the stone stairs under the pavilion. Inside the gate stood a monk named Xu Ruoqingfeng.

He clasped his fists and said, "Hang Xiuyou, the deacon of Xiazangjing Pavilion, is leading the way for King Lin Yao."

"It's work."

Zhan Changfeng stepped into the courtyard, surrounded by mountains and clouds. On the way to the Buddhist scripture pavilion, there will be stone tablets with famous sayings on the side of the road at intervals. hand.

Seeing that this senior was interested in the calligraphy on the roadside, Hang Xiuyou said, "This road is called Zhixian Road. Disciples who step into Lingjian can leave calligraphy on the roadside. So far, there have been many people on this road. There are thirty-six thousand ink treasures."

That is to say, after Confucianism settled down in the austere state of Spring and Autumn, there were [-] spiritual lessons.

Only one out of [-] supernatural powers can produce a spiritual lesson, so this number is quite high.

"The noble clan has a long history, and talents emerge in large numbers, like a towering tree, it should be the first in the world."

"Don't dare." Hang Xiuyou shook his head with a smile, and praised, "King Linyao can use the word spirit for his own use in a short period of time. He must have a brilliant literary heart and a talented person."

"It's not as good as a disciple of the noble sect."

When we arrived at the Sutra Pavilion on the top of the mountain, Hang Xiuyou said, "There are eight floors in the pavilion, King Linyao can read it all, please."

Zhan Changfeng stepped into the Sutra Pavilion, and saw many Confucian disciples stopping and wandering in front of the bookshelves, holding books on jade slips in their hands.

When they saw an outsider entering the pavilion, they all cast puzzled eyes. Perhaps the deacon had explained it through sound transmission, and after they understood it, they didn't pay attention to Zhan Changfeng.

Zhan Changfeng planned to spend half a year recuperating and increasing his knowledge, and felt that reading books could balance both, so he came to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

Without the interference of sight, Zhan Changfeng happily plunged into this vast ocean, absorbing endless knowledge.

She reads very fast, and can finish a book in two or three breaths.

This terrifying reading speed made some Confucian monks dissatisfied, thinking that she had desecrated the scripture storage pavilion with a perfunctory attitude of swallowing dates, and immediately came forward to express their dissatisfaction.

Zhan Changfeng picked up a book he had read and interpreted it, leaving the Confucian monks speechless.

A Confucian monk was not convinced, and went to fetch an ancient book with obscure content. Zhan Changfeng flipped through it anyway, and listed its essentials in an orderly manner. The monks were finally convinced.

Zhan Changfeng heard that the difficulty and rarity of the content on the eighth floor of the Buddhist scripture pavilion increased upwards, so he went directly to the eighth floor.

The ancient jade slips on this floor involved world-class history and secrets, as well as many ancient skills and knowledge that had been lost to the outside world, which opened her eyes.

After spending three months with such relish, she saw the sixth floor from the eighth floor, and sighed that she wanted to spend half a year reading the books in the Sutra Pavilion, which was really arrogant.

A monk hesitated when he saw the man in the bookshelf, "Fellow Daoist Zhan."

Zhan Changfeng closed the book in his hand, turned his head to look, "It's Cen Xi, long time no see."

"Hahaha, I heard that an outsider who flips through books very quickly came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but I didn't expect it to be you." Cen Xi didn't go to the Ancient Heavenly Court, so he didn't know about the reward for reading Wanjuan Island, but this didn't hinder him. Surprised, "We haven't seen each other for hundreds of years."

"You can go back to the mountains and seas a few more times when you have time, and you can also meet Jiang Jinjiu."

"I know, I went back a hundred years ago, but I only heard why King Lin Yao didn't come home anymore."

Zhan Changfeng smiled lightly, and nodded to the tables and chairs by the aisle, "Come, let's sit down here and chat."

　Some people may have forgotten that Cen Xi and Jiang Jinjiu are fellow Taoists that Zhan Changfeng met earlier.In addition, Xuanyi is the Taoist name of Huajian Ci
　　
　
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